my coworker asked why i had a bigfoot tattoo so i told her the whole story and immediately after she made an excuse to leave so i’m never doing that again
Okay so when I was in college I took a course on the American Romantics. One of the books we had to read in this class was Walden by Henry David Thoreau.
This is the worst book I have ever laid hands on.
I hated it so much that I complained at pretty much every opportunity about having to read it. I had already declared Henry David Thoreau to be my mortal enemy for writing this book and being such a whiny little baby.
One night, in the midst of sleep deprivation and sheer hatred for this book, I went on a rant to my best friend that was something along the lines of “Henry David Thoreau calls himself an American but he spent two years living in the woods and never once claimed to see Bigfoot so someone is fucking lying” and from there it devolved into me coming to the indisputable conclusion that Henry David Thoreau spent two years fucking the sasquatch and had to cover it up in his book to avoid destroying his entire life.
And from that it just became a running joke that Thoreau had an affair with Bigfoot and everyone who knows this story except for my best friend probably thinks I’m insane.
Nearly a year later, I had Bigfoot immortalized on my leg as an eternal reminder that any book can be more interesting if you just convince yourself it’s all a cover up for a conspiracy theory
Also referring to Walden as “Sleeping With Sasquatch” confuses and upsets people so I personally would love to make it a thing.
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